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Janet L. Stickney
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The thrift store was packed with people which suited me just fine. I had
measured myself carefully and knew my sizes, so I was able to pick out
two dresses, three skirts, a pair of shorts, a few blouses and some
shoes without any trouble. All that only cost me about eight dollars,
and the cashier did not say a word about what I was buying. As I left I
missed her sly smile. I carried my haul home and went directly to my
room, closing the door so I could try on my prizes.
The dresses fit me perfectly and I was awash in joy as I twirled around
in them. Like the dresses, the skirts also fit well as did my shorts. I
did not have a bra yet so I wasn't wearing one when I tried on the
dresses, but I was saving up to buy a bra that fit me. 34A I figured. I
hung everything up and went about my business, working and saving my
money to get the other things I needed. The bra first on my list of
course, and a padded pantybrief if I could find one, plus some
pantyhose. I wash cars at a dealership and make about thirty dollars a
day when I work. Every day I would look at my prizes, knowing the day
would come and I could wear them.
Then, when I opened my closet after school to relish my purchases again,
there was a dress that I did not buy! I quickly looked in my dresser,
especially where I had my two pairs of panties, and found a new package
of panties, a brand new smooth cup bra, a padded pantybrief and a slip!
I almost fell down. She knew! But how? My room is my sanctuary and I
clean it myself and do all my own laundry, so how? The new dress was a
dark red color, a sheath dress without sleeves, and it was my size.
Over dinner I did not mention the new dress, however.....
"My ladies group is having a mother-daughter event Saturday night. I
want you to wear the red dress with the black heels I gave you. I'll
help you with you hair. Just wash it and I'll come in and put the
rollers in. And I can help with your makeup if you need it. We have to
leave by six. I'll set out some jewelry for you to wear okay?"
"Dinner? Me? In a dress?!"
"You'll look simply delicious by the time we leave. Six o'clock on
Saturday."
There was nothing to say! My mother had made it clear that I was going,
and apparently I would be wearing the red dress. As I turned and headed
for my room I knew that I would not fight it. This was everything I
always wanted, and my mother was giving it to me. In my room I tried on
everything she gave me, the special pantybrief, the bra, using my
homemade breasts for filler, the dress, and the shoes. Of course
everything fit perfectly and I looked really good wearing them. I was
going to wear all this and more, do it without a struggle, and smile the
whole time. How could I not?
Saturday morning after breakfast I was like a monkey hopped up on pure
sugar, edgy and ready to begin my transformation, but had to wait and
pace myself. I decided to use the tub and shave everything. By the time
I was done there wasn't one stray hair, my skin was smooth and soft all
over. Then I took a shower, washed my hair and shaved as close as
possible. Calling for mom she rolled my hair in the curlers according to
some plan she had, and after a cap was put on my hair she told me to get
dressed. After I pulled on a pair of my new panties, which were pink
and very snug, and the padded pantybrief, I reached for the pantyhose.
Now, anyone who has worn pantyhose knows the visceral excitement of
nylon against smooth skin and the magnificent thrill it gives you, and I
was no different. I had duck bumps as I pulled them on, watching as they
changed my average legs into great legs. Then came the bra, fresh out of
the package. I wrapped it around myself and pulled it into place, adding
my bird seed breast forms which made the smooth cups stand out just
right. I was swooning in delight with each new addition, but the bra
defined how I felt about myself. The dress went over my head easily and
I managed to zip it up, feeling the material as it hugged my waist
snugly. My feet went into the black heels and they fit perfectly. I
walked to moms room where she watched as I did my makeup, correcting me
only once.
I started with the foundation I had bought, then used powder to tone
down the gloss, brushing away the excess. Pale blue and tan eye shadow
followed by black eyeliner, then I used the red lipstick mom gave me.
The gold earrings were larger hoops that sort of matched the thin gold
chain necklace. Mom removed the cap and brushed out my hair, letting me
finish. I was beyond excited at the way I looked.
"You look simply delightful Jennifer, and you know it, so try to walk
like a girl and not a boy in a dress, okay? And hold your arms the way I
do, bent at the elbow. Take this purse, put your lipstick, some tissue
and your wallet and phone in the purse then we'll go."
At the age of 16 I am well aware that boys are not supposed to like
dressing as a girl, but I love it, and as we walked into the hall I
stayed in stride with mom, joining her at our assigned table, a name
card denoting my seat. That name card told me that mom had planned this
long ago. There were a lot of girls from my school there but none of
them seemed to know who I was, so I settled down and had a nice dinner.
The two other girls at our table were younger then I am and we had
almost nothing in common.
"Ladies! Ladies! We will now have our drawings. As you know, the third
prize is $1000 at Beths. second prize is $1200, also at Beths. First
prize is a $2000 check, but the grand prize is three weeks at a popular
themed resort all expenses paid. Lets have a volunteer to draw."
All the prizes were drawn, then the big prize was announced, and mom and
I won it! Mom had me go up at get the prize ticket. It was eerie walking
across that big floor, but I made it without a hitch. But a classmate
had recognized me, only I did not know it. Mom and I were excitedly
talking about our upcoming trip when Sally walked over to our table.
"HI! I'm Sally. Congratulations on the big win. Wish I was going. Well,
have a good time! Bye."
I was nervous the whole time she was at our table but mom told me that
even if she knew who I was so what? She told me that I look very nice
and not to worry about it. Mom and I left a bit later, and I was
ecstatic that I had managed to be in a room full of females and only one
might have figured it out! Mom had given me a nightgown which I wore to
bed. The next morning, unwilling to end my time as a girl I wore a skirt
and blouse to breakfast.
After breakfast mom told me to get my purse, we had grocery shopping to
do. As we walked into the store I grabbed a cart and followed mom around
the store. When we were in the personal aisle she told me to grab a
package of Jr Tampons! I did what she told me, then I saw Sally again
and she was waving at me.
"Hi again! My mom is over there. Can you come over to my house later?"
"After we get things put away Sally. Then she can come over for a few
hours."
"Great! See you then!"
By the time we got home I was on edge at the thought that I would be
face to face with Sally, who had to know who I am. But, I would go to
her house, how could I not? I mean, I have to know if my being Jennifer
was good enough or not, and if not, why not. Just how did she know who I
really am? I freshened up my makeup, added some more lipstick, and drove
over to her house. She let me inside and gave me a hug.
"You look just wonderful, you know that right? I mean, I can think of at
least ten guys that would fall all over themselves to meet you!"
"Guys? But I'm not..."
"Yes you are and you know it. You cannot stand there and tell me that
you haven't thought about the guys, maybe even one that you like! No
way, not even a tiny chance. So, tell me, who is it that lights up your
light?"
"But I haven't... what I mean is..."
"Tell me Jenny, I know you have picked somebody."
"Okay, Stan I guess."
"Stan? Tall, curly hair. just cute as hell and has every girl in the
school after him? That Stan? Well, at least you got good taste in men!"
She and I went to her room, which was very girlie as I expected. She
changed clothes as I watched, almost choking when she got down to her
panties, changing into some shorts. She wanted to go to the burger joint
and insisted that I changed into a pair of shorts, so when I agreed she
tossed me a pair and watched as I changed into them. They fit me pretty
good, then she and I took my car to the burger joint. I knew that just
walking in would be stressful, but as long as I was with Sally I would
be fine. She and I each got something to eat and sat at a table. It did
not take long for the boys to start coming around. Talk about stressed!
"Hey Sally!"
"Hi Mike."
"And who are you?" he asked me.
"I'm Jennifer. A friend of Sallys."
"Nice to meet you! See you later then!"
He left, but several guys stopped by, one after another, all asking me
my name, Sally was smirking at my discomfort, yet never let me get into
trouble by saying the wrong thing. Then Stan and his sister Carol walked
in together. He scanned the room and saw Sally and I sitting there. I am
the 'new' girl, so he came to our table.
"Stanley," Sally said brightly, "this is Jennifer. She's a friend of
mine."
"And where have you been hiding her Sally! Can I sit here?"
Of course he sat next to me, making my entire body pulse with
trepidation, glee, and hope. Hope that he did not decide that I am a
boy, fear of discovery by anyone, and the joy that he found me
attractive. A real mix of emotions that had me in turmoil.
"You girls coming to the dance this next weekend? I hear they have a
great band lined up."
"Yeah," Sally said, "we'll be there, why?"
"So I can dance with you, and Jennifer of course! See you then!"
After he left Sally just sat there smugly looking at me, telling me that
now that I have tagged the boy of my dreams I had no choice but to go to
the dance. I had no intention of doing any of that, but there I was,
about to go to a dance so Stanley could dance with me. My heart was
screaming YES! while my brain was saying it was a really stupid idea,
only my heart was winning. I slowly nodded my head yes and Sally broke
out in a big smile.
I dropped Sally off at home and without changing back into my skirt I
went home, wondering just how I would tell mom that I have a sort of
date. But, the minute I walked in the house I started crying. My pent up
emotions finally broke loose. During my blubbering I told mom what
happened and that I had a sort of date with Stanley, only the biggest
hunk in the entire school! Expecting a soothing tone that told me I was
a silly girl, I was shocked when she said something different.
"Well, I suppose it was inevitable, you are quite cute you know. I guess
we'll have to get you some better boobs, boys can tell the difference
you know! We can go tomorrow."
"But if I go to the dance everyone will know that I exist! Right now
it's only me, you, Sally, Stan, and his sister Carol! If I go then
what?!"
"Oh you dear girl! Everybody knows already! It was in the paper this
morning. They described your dress perfectly and included a picture of
you accepting the certificate as well as a picture of the two of us and
gave our names. That was my fault I guess, I did not expect to win
anything let alone win the main prize. I only wanted you to enjoy some
time outside the house as a girl. And I am sure that many kids have seen
those pictures, which means they already know that you exist, so you
might as well go to the dance with Sally."
"But what then? If they know about me, that I exist, where do I go to
school? Who knows me? Mom! This can get very tense very quickly,
especially if a boy asks me out! What then?"
"I did not expect this honey, you know thats true, but I'll see about
making you less a 'who' and more real. Okay?"
Since I had no choice I called and told Sally that I would go to the
dance with her. Mom said that I had plenty of skirts to choose from, and
with a week to go I went into my room and went online to see about
boobs. There were a lot to choose from, a few shops not far from our
house, and most seemed reasonable, but one seemed a bit better than the
others so I sent mom a link in her email. Then I started checking on
ways to hide my manly parts. The panty thing seemed prevalent but was
expensive. Then I found a way the doctor could make my boy stuff look
like girl stuff. From the pictures it looked very real to me. I sent mom
that link as well. Then I called Sally just to talk about my situation.
"You know that you were supposed to be a girl so don't fight it! I mean,
you look just darling and you know it, and I heard that Stan can hardly
wait to see you again. His sister Carol told her friend Gail who told
Marcie who told me that he thinks that you are the hottest thing in a
skirt! Just wear something sexy and you'll have him! I mean, you did say
he was your dream catch, so go ahead and catch him!"
The next day mom took me to see our doctor rather than the boob shop.
The minute we pulled in to park the car mom took me by the hand.
"You know why we are here. If you let him do this then your entire
future will change because from that moment on you will be a girl. And,
if you do go ahead and let him do this, there is no way the schools can
deny you the ability to attend as a girl, with all the benefits as well
as all the dangers that go with being a girl. So think about all that
before you say anything."
"Dangers?"
"You face the possibility of boys that insist they own you or something.
It's like domestic violence without being married. Rape isn't a true
possibility for you, but the boys don't know that do they? Girls do not
walk out into the night alone for their own safety, and you'll have to
start thinking the way all girls do. You do not have to do this
Jennifer. You can just keep dressing up once in a while instead. This
has to be your choice honey. It's totally up to you."
"I don't have a choice, not really, do I? I mean, I want to be a girl, I
always have, now all this. I'll do it mom. I'll let him turn me into a
girl."
The doctor and I talked for about an hour, then he introduced me to
another doctor that he said specialized in Trans girls.
"Hi. I'm Dr. Stickney. I'll be doing this operation on you. It'll take
about two hours, but when we are done nobody will be able to say that
you were not born a girl."
He was right. When I woke up it was almost three hours later, and as my
hand reached down I felt my new reality. I had my very own snatch, or as
mom calls it, my own kitty, and it felt very real.
Mom took me to get fitted with a pair of quite excellent breasts which
thrilled me. I let Sally know that I would go, and I went to the dance
and enjoyed myself. I did not say anything to Sally about what my doctor
did. Later, I was admitted into the school, but only after a bitter
fight between the school board, my doctor, and my lawyer. Someone
accused me of being a boy wearing a dress, but the nurse confirmed that
I was a girl, and that set it off. It was finally settled when a mother
of one of the complaining students who was a Registered Nurse said she
alone would confirm my status, to which my lawyer said no, unless she
was in the room. With just the three of us in the room I showed her my
kitty, which she wanted to touch but was refused. She finally agreed
that I am really a girl and that settled the issue for them. For me it
was much harder.
I had to go back to class and face all those kids, some of whom still
had doubts even after all that. A few girls and some boys kept bothering
me until it was finally put to a stop by Sally, her friend Marcie and
Stan. Within a few weeks that all went away and I became just another
coed in the school. Sally and I both tried out to be a cheerleader and
we both made it! That gave me at least some status in the school,
especially when Stanley asked me out. I was beginning to wonder about
him. I mean, I gave him all sorts of hints. But when Stan held my hand
for the first time I was thrilled, and I started dating him on a regular
basis and we became known as a couple. We also played a popular game
called explore as we each groped and fumbled for more yet knew it was
impossible. In every way he turned me on, which surprised me because I
had never had any feelings towards other boys, until I became Jennifer.
Being a girl is so much more than I thought it would be, and now that I
have a boyfriend, so much better. I can hardly wait until I am a
complete girl. Then Stan will find out how much I love him.
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